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You feel the air leave your lungs as you're suddenly thrown to the ground and pressed down by some unknown figure. You writhe under them, but to no avail. You're about to cry out, but the cool steel barrel of a gun being pressed against your temple kills the scream on the tip of your tongue.
"Don't make a fucking sound."
You'd just been walking back from dropping off some paperwork at Jabberwock with a contented smile on your lips. The Jabberwock park always had such a nice atmosphere, and the cute animals made it even better. You sigh softly, the sound relaxed as you gaze up at the towering pines of this part of the Darkwick campus. It really is a beautiful place. You slip your earbuds in and begin quietly singing along at the words of the song as you stroll along the misty forest path.
You're too lost in your music to sense the presence slowly drawing closer to you, too lost to hear the soft *click* of a gun being cocked. You don't notice any of it until it's far too late. Although it wasn't like you could've stopped it anyway...
In a split second you're tackled from the main pathway into the dark reaches of the forest. A hand clamps firmly over your mouth before you can make a sound, and you grit your teeth as you feel the person's ringed fingers dig into your skin. Wait a minute. Rings? You know you'd met a few ghouls who wore them, but in your panicked state no names come to mind.
You feel the air leave your lungs as you're suddenly thrown to the ground and pressed down by the unknown figure. You writhe under them, but to no avail. You're about to cry out, but the cool steel barrel of a gun being pressed against your temple kills the scream on the tip of your tongue.
"Don't make a fucking sound."
You freeze. Of all the ghouls who wore rings. Of course it had to be Taiga. When his words finally register, you nod quickly, and he slowly removes his hand from your face. You suck in a relieved breath, but his weight on top of you makes it difficult as you're crushed against the forest floor. Slowly he slips the barrel of his gun under your chin. He presses upwards, keeping your jaw firmly shut and making it even harder to breathe. You hear him laugh above you, as though something hilarious has just occurred to him.
"Gyahaha! I always told you to shut your trap if you didn't want to get abducted!"
You feel his gun slip out from under your chin, and you take the chance to blurt out a few words. "Taiga!? what do you mea-!" You feel the butt of his gun hit the back of your head. The last thing you feel before the world goes dark are the damp forest leaves against your cheek.
Your head is pounding, your body numb and tingly. You open your eyes, but you're only met with darkness. You squirm, but to your horror you find yourself firmly tied up to what feels like a chair. You groan and blink your eyes a few times. Still nothing.
"Gyahaha! Look who's finally awake! Took you long enough sleepyhead!" You suddenly feel a hand in your hair and your head is yanked back, tilting up towards who you can only assume is Taiga. "You like that blindfold I gave you?" He releases your head with a shove, and you cower back against the chair as you hear the sound of metal clinking against metal. "Am in his torture room...?" A terrified whimper slips from you at the thought. What did he want from you? Your fear and confusion must've been obvious on your face, because Taiga chuckles smugly and begins to walk back towards the chair.
"You wondering why you're here, Dumbass #2?" You feel cold metal caress your cheek gently, and you whimper again. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he continues. "Since you're always so eager to help all us ghouls out with everything, I figured you'd be fine helping me test out a few new torture methods! People have gotten a little too comfortable being in debt to the captain of Sinostra." His voice had taken on a terrifying note in the last line. He sounded angry, cruel, almost sadistic. Not almost. Definitely sadistic.
"Taiga please, couldn't you test these on someone who actually owes you some money? There's a limit to how much I'll help! Let me g-"
You yelp as a gunshot rings out right next to your ear, so close you can feel the wind of the bullet against your skin. You pull your bound legs closer and cower into the corner of the chair. Taiga's hand gently tilts your head up, but his voice doesn't match at all.
"When did I give you permission to speak, honor student?" You whimper again. His tone was cold and harsh, and you were half expecting to feel his gun against your head at any second. His hand slips down for your chin and clamps around your neck, squeezing. You're suddenly unable to breathe, and you squirm as best you can in your bindings. "You're going to cooperate and help me try out my new torture methods." His grip tightens so much your neck feels like it might snap. "Right?"
You nod frantically, and a few seconds later his grip loosens and you can breathe again. You suck in breath after desperate breath, your body trembling with adrenaline as he continues to caress your neck. "Good girl."
You decide to try one more time to appeal to whatever sanity he has, his softened tone making you the slightest bit hopeful. "Taiga please, th-this is insane! I-" Another gunshot rings out, this one grazing your ear and making you flinch at the pain. His hand tightens again on your neck and slams your head back against the chair, the impact leaving you dizzy.
"I told you to shut up. Although maybe you just want me to punish you. I'm right, aren't I, slut?" You begin to shake your head, but his tightening grip quickly changes it to a nod. He waits a bit to release his grip, and you feel your mind growing hazy before he lets go. He huffs triumphantly. "You're learning your place quickly like a good slut."
He softly pats your cheek in an almost affectionate manner. Somehow the most unsettling thing was how quickly his touch switched between madness and mercy... The fact the blindfold prevented you from knowing which was coming and when somehow made it kinda hot... You shake your head to dispel the thought, but when his hand stops it's caress you quickly nod again. He rustles your hair like he's petting a dog.
"Good, now, let's get on with why you came to see me."
You open your mouth to remind him that he'd abducted you, but you quickly think better and silence yourself. If you spoke again you were worried the next bullet wouldn't just graze you...
You hear the sound of rustling fabric as he moves, and you suddenly feel cold metal manacles clamp your ankles to the chair. Your arms are next, and the cuffs lock your wrist to the arms of the chair firmly. You suddenly feel something sharp press right between your shoulder and your neck, and with a quick motion he slices the skin.
You cry out, struggling against the bindings as you feel blood begin to seep from the wound. He gives a pleased huff. "Good, the new cuffs work." He'd done that just to test the cuffs...? Suddenly you squirm harder. If he was willing to cut you just so you'd struggle from the pain, what was his torture gonna be like...?
You begin trembling softly as you hear him step away, and the sounds of metal reach your ears again. "You know, there's a couple things I've been wanting to do for a while, especially to you, honor slut." He sounds strangely excited, and you shiver.
His shoes tap across the floor, slowly getting closer, and by the sound of it he's holding numerous metal objects. You feel cold steel click shut around your neck. You hear the jingle of a chain, and you're pulled up slightly as Taiga gives the metal leash a tug. It sounds like he attaches it to something above you, but you're quickly distracted as you hear a button click and the chain begins to pull up, choking you. You gasp and scramble for air, and he clicks another button, this time lowering the chain and allowing you to breathe.
Your mouth hangs open as you pant for air, and Taiga takes full advantage. You suddenly feel something in your mouth. It's smooth, metallic, and tastes slightly burnt... "You know, I always keep my gun in top condition and as clean as can be, but it just hasn't been getting as shiny as I'd like it lately." The metal presses deeper. "You can fix that, can't you?" When you hesitate, he clicks the button and the chain begins to choke you until you nod. You were going to learn very fast that it was better to simply submit to his whims.
You gulp and reach out your tongue, slowly dragging it along the metal as it warms in your mouth. You're quivering with fear from having a loaded gun in your mouth, but you can't deny it makes you incredibly wet... You whine softly as he caresses your cheek and moves his hand to gently stroke your hair. "Good girl."
He must've seen your blush deepens at his words, because he gives a smug huff and pushes his gun into your mouth harder. His hand tightens in your hair, not enough to hurt, but enough to send a message. He pulls your head forward and you gag around the barrel, just barely managing to keep your teeth from touching the metal. You were certain if he found so much as a scratch on the gun he wouldn't hesitate to fire the thing right in your mouth...and God was that idea hot...
You polished his gun barrel with your tongue for what you guessed was a few minutes, but with no way to perceive time in your current state you couldn't be sure.
You let out a soft involuntarily whine as the barrel is pulled from your mouth, and you can feel a strand of spit still connecting it to your lips. You were sure you looked like a total slut right now... You feel the cuffs on your ankles and wrists click open one by one before you're suddenly grabbed and hoisted up. You wriggle, but the ropes stay firm around you. Your body sways as he walks, your inability to see anything making each step more terrifying than the last.
A few seconds later you're laid on your back with surprising gentleness on something that feels like wood through your shirt. You hear the sound of rope being cleanly sliced, and you realize your arms and legs have been freed. Well, your legs are still tied in froggystyle, but at least your ankles are free! As much as your body begs you to, you don't dare move a muscle, and Taiga's cruel laugh cuts through the otherwise silent air.
"Gyahahaha! Wow, you're really committed to your obedience aren't you, honor slut!?" You don't wait for the threat you know is coming and quickly nod, the motion drawing another snicker from him. "Good."
He pulls you up to sitting and turns you around. You yelp as your arms are wrenched behind your back and a new set of bindings is appied to hold your forearms together behind you. You relax when he doesn't punish the noise that slips from you, seeming to actually enjoy the sound of your pain from his smug huff. He gives the rope a tug and before lifting you again and taking a few steps to something else.
You let out a sound between a yelp, a gasp, and a moan as he slowly sets you down on a smooth triangular surface. It presses against your soaked underwear, digging into your crotch in a way that's both painful and super arousing. You squirm, but you hear a click from beside you and freeze. You couldn't tell what the click had come from, but you knew by now that there was only ever a click when you were bad. It was either him cocking his gun, or that terrible choking chain device. You realize the metal collar is still clasped around your neck, and you whimper softly.
"Don't worry, honor slut, I'm not gonna use the choking collar again today." Today...? You dispel the thought from your head, instead focusing on the relief of having the cuff removed from your neck.
"Thank me."
"Thank you, Taig-"
*Click*
"Call me master, slut."
"Y-yes, master, thank you, master..."
The clicks were working better than expected, and you were ashamed when the simple sound made your mouth snap shut in obedient silence until given an order. Your cheeks darken with humiliation, and it only grows worse when you come to a realization. You were kind of enjoying this... You shift your hips slightly against the triangular metal object pressing up against your crotch and moan softly. You were honestly surprised Taiga had the mercy to make the top at least a little flat so it didn't gouge at you...
He places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down slightly, and a moan of pleasure-pain is forced from your throat.
"Maybe I was right to set up weights for you." You hear metal dragging across wood for a moment, then feel something slip through your leg bindings. Suddenly your legs are weighed down significantly, and your crotch is crushed down against the metal. You whine and moan, squirming against the sensation desperately. He chuckles softly, them places a finger gently under your chin. "Open up."
You do as your master asks, and you allow your mouth to fall open wide for him. You nearly gag as you feel a rag be shoved into your mouth, but relax slightly when you realize it tastes freshly washed. At least he had the mercy to be clean about this... Another rag is shoved in, and you whimper as you try your best to suck in air. You can breathe, but not nearly enough to be comfortable. You nearly jump as you hear the sound of ducktape being pulled an inch from your ear. You were really never gonna get used to this blindfold... You feel the tape against your cheeks, pressing over your lips and fully sealing the rags in your mouth.
You hear Taiga's shoes tap away, and for a few minutes you're left there, whimpering with pleasure, squirming from pain, and struggling for breath. When he returns, you perk up like a puppy greeting its owner, and your shame only grows. But so does your arousal. There's a strange sound nearby, and it takes you a moment to place a guess. A cologne bottle...? The sound comes a few times, and you can start to smell it stronger by the second. What could he possibly be doing with cologne at a time like this...?
It was almost like he could read your mind, and you suddenly feel a slightly damp piece of paper press between your nose and lip. Your first inhale tells you this is where the cologne had gone as your lungs fill with the distinctive scent of Taiga's usual cologne. Two pieces of tape are placed on the ends, and the paper is firmly secured to your face. With your mouth taped shut, your only choice is to breathe through your nose and fill your lungs with the scent of Taiga. Annoyingly, this came with the added "bonus" of filling your head with thoughts of him as well.
Taiga takes a step back, and you assume he's surveying his work. You realized your hearing has actually gotten a lot better with your eyes completely compromised. You're snapped from your thoughts as you suddenly notice another new sound. A low vibration. Somehow, you already know exactly what it is. You whimper and squirm, but a click easily silences and stills you.
"Don't act so panicked, slut, it'll feel nice, I promise..."
Before you can register his words, you feel the vibrator press to you. He has the fingers of a gunman, and the precision shows as he easily places the device against the bundle of nerves already begin crushed against the wooden horse you're set atop of. You moan deeply into the cloth in your mouth. The vibrator was small, but it was **powerful**. You quiver, an orgasm building fast.
"Make sure you think of me, slut~"
That's the last sound you hear before a pair of noise-cancelling headphones are placed over your head and descend you into utter silence.
That's when you realize what he's doing. You inhale deeply from the pleasure, your nose again filling with the smell of his cologne. He was trying to Pavlov you. You go cold. You had no way to fight it, each breath filled your mind with images of him, and every second brought you closer to the edge. You knew you couldn't fight psychology, and he knew that too.
But now isn't the time to think about such things, not when you're seconds away from orgasm. Your back arches, and you moan into the gag. The juices flowing down your inner thighs as you finish only make it all the hotter. But this isn't the end. You don't feel Taiga's hands, don't get pulled away from the torturous pleasure. You feel your mind beginning to go fuzzy as the rags limit your air intake, and the pleasure builds higher and higher as your other senses fade away. No. You're left there, your desperate and slutty moans echoing through the space for no one to hear.
Some time later...
How long have you been here...? How many times have you cum your brains out in this stupid torture room...? You'd lost count around 6... How had you gotten here again...? God, you can barely even remember your own name right now...
But there's one thing you can never forget. One thing that's been growing with every tainted breath. Taiga. All you can think about is Taiga and the pleasure. That's all that's entered your tired little mind since the first time you came.
But then suddenly there's something else. Hands. There are hands around your waist, and they're lifting you. They have rings. Taiga. It has to be Taiga. You try to call out to him, but a click quickly silences you. You're placed on the ground, your drained body slumping to the tile with no resistance.
You suddenly hear him laughing as the headphones are pulled from your head. God, everything is so loud... Next are the bindings, which fall away easily at the edge of a knife. He lifts you up and begins to walk. You lay in his arms, utter dead weight. But wait. What about the blindfold? What about the rags in your throat? You make a muffled noise, but he softly shushes you like one might a nervous dog.
"It's alright honor slut, I'm right here."
Master! You can't help but relax at the sound of his voice. Your mind is still scattered, but somehow the sound of Taiga's voice brings your thoughts back into focus. You wince at the sound of a curtain pulling shut, your heightened hearing making the sound almost unbearable after...uh...after some time of silence.
Slowly, Taiga's hands remove the blindfold, and you blink dizzily in the bright light. Holy shit it was bright. You felt like you were staring into the sun, despite the fact that it was just a normal light bulb. After a few minutes your eyes come back into focus, and you're finally able to see your master's face. You try to grin, but your mouth is still taped firmly closed. He chuckles softly.
"Let me get that for you, slut." Somehow he manages to make his voice warm despite the degrading words. You don't really mind though, so long as you can breathe again. He pulls the tape away, followed by the rags from your mouth, and you suck in a few desperate breaths before doing what a good slut should.
"Thank you, master."
He smiles down at you "You're welcome, slut."
You nuzzle your face against his body, breathing in the same scent that's been torturing you for hours as you drift off into much needed sleep. Maybe he'll let you help out with torture testing again tomorrow…~